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THE PEARL,
A Journal of Facetić and Voluptuous
Reading.
No. 14 PUBLISHED MONTHLY. Aug, 1880
LA ROSE D'AMOUR.
Or the Adventures of a Gentleman in search of Pleasure.
Translated from the French.
PART V.
In the evening I had arranged everything and was seated on a pile of rich
cushions in one of the apartments of Ali's harem, my head reclining on the breast of
the voluptuous Circassian, Ibzaidu, or Cluster of Pearls, as her name signified,
surrounded by my other slaves whom I gave to Ibzaidu for servants and who, I was
determined, should reign supreme until such time as I should find someone more
beautiful than herself.
I had opened my caskets of jewels, and adorned her wrists, arms, neck, head and
ankles with jewels of massy gold of Western and Oriental workmanship, and it
seemed that she would never tire looking at and playing with them as a child would
with a painted bauble.
Before night my host came in, bringing with him mutes and eunuchs, and he
showed me through the suite of apartments devoted to my service, one of which I
found to be a bedchamber, fitted up with the utmost elegance, containing twenty
single beds.
Here it was that I slept among my concubines, or rather I should say that I lay
with them, for I deserted all the others with whom I ought to have had sexual
connection to repose, in the arms of Ibzaidu, who, when she saw me advancing to
her bedside, stretched out her arms to me and kicking off the cover, moved to the
further side of the bed to make room for me.
I entered her bed, and lay with my cheek resting on her bosom the night long.
And although my prick was in splendid condition, firm and erect as a rod of ivory,
yet I never once thought of letting it force an entrance through the delicate and
narrow passage into the inner court of the temple of love.
I spent about three weeks before I met with any more prizes, partly in the city,
part of the time at the villa of Ali's on the banks of the Bosphorus in the company of
Ibzaidu alone, leaving the other females in the city, under the care of the eunuchs.
During one of my visits at the villa, I was surprised one evening, while walking
along the terrace of the garden, to see Ali dashing up the road at full speed, mounted
on a full-blood Arabian. I descended to the gate and met him, to enquire the news,
thinking that something might be wrong at the house I occupied in the city.
On enquiring, he informed me that there was a large lot of females ordered to be
sold in a few days, by order of the Grand Sultan.
Ali said they were the females composing the harem of some officer of the State
who had been dead about one year, whose only heirs, two nephews, had been
quarreling about the possession of them ever since and that the Sultan had just
ordered them to be sold and the proceeds to be divided among the two heirs; and he
said that from reports circulating in the city, there must be some beautiful slaves
amongst them, and he advised me to start directly for my own house, and that he
would by bribery manage to get me a private interview with them, so that I could
examine them at my leisure and choose such as I would like to have, and on the day
of sale he would purchase them for me.
On the succeeding day I accompanied Ali to the house of the trader in whose
keeping were the slaves.
The trader met us at the door, and took me at once into a room in which were the
females. They were all enveloped in large white drapery which covered them from
head to foot.
Mustapha, the trader, spoke to them, and they arranged themselves in a row
round the room, then he retired, telling me that as soon as he left the room, they
would all drop their mantles, and I could examine them at leisure.
Leaving me, he went out, locking the door behind him.
Stepping up to the female nearest me she cast her covering behind her. So did
the others and I feasted my eyes with a picture of voluptuousness greater than I had
ever dreamt of.
There stood before me about sixty females, perfectly naked, that I think could
not be excelled in any harem in the East. There were the women of Circassia with
their dark flowing tresses, eyes of piercing black and skin of dazzling whiteness,
mostly contrasted by the deep carnation of their lips, the nipples of their breasts and
the jet-black, bushy hair that surmounted their cunts.
Again, there were the languishing mild blue-eyed beauties ravished from the
isles of Greece, and the voluptuous Georgians; even Africa had yielded up her sable
beauties to the lusts of the sometime owner of all the lovely slaves who stood about
me.
I minutely criticized each one separately, going over their respective claims to
beauty with the eye of a connoisseur. Oh, how I feasted my sight on the row of
lovely, luscious cunts that ran around the room. I look at, feel, touch them all, and
stroke down the bushy hair that surrounds their notchs.
I became so much excited from the handling of so many cunts that I put my arm
around the waist of one charming little creature, who by her looks must have been a
great libertine, and led her into a small side-apartment where, presenting her with a
fine gold chain which I wore, I laid her down on a pile of cushions, and twice gave
her to experience the most ecstatic pleasures before I got off her.
I gave her some time to recover from the confusion I had thrown her into, ere we
returned to the apartment in which the women were standing, who took no further
notice of our absence than to raise their heads and to look at the chain which I had
hung around her neck.
I marched the one I had just been fucking with to one side and picked out ten
others, among which number was one black, a young African about fifteen years of
age, who still retained her virginal rose, and who was, on the whole, the most
voluptuously formed female I had ever seen and apparently better fitted for enjoying
the pleasure of love than any female in my possession. Her hair was quite straight
and black as a raven's wing; her breasts were full and large, as though of ivory. Her
waist was slender, while her hips were spread out to a width I had never before seen.
Her thighs were of a largeness to put to shame anything I had ever lain with.
Having stood on one side those whom I wished to purchase, I called in the
merchant and Ali and showed them to him, and as the sale was to take place the
following day, I ordered him to be punctual in attendance to purchase them for me,
and left.
On the following day by noon Ali had conveyed to my apartments all the slaves
that I had chosen that night. I put four of them to the test, giving them, for the first
time, to know the difference between lying in an old goat of a Turk's arms to that of
being well flicked by a young and lively Frenchman, overflowing with the precious
aquavitae, which all women are so greedy after.
I now spent about two weeks in enjoying these new beauties that I had bought,
with the exception of those who had not been deflowered of their virginal rose by the
horny-headed old lecher, their late master, and those were but three out of the
number.
Whilst I was thus idling away my time in the arms of my handsome slaves, my
interpreter called on me one morning, and on being admitted into my presence told
me that he found one of the loveliest girls in Constantinople in the house of a poor
mechanic and that on enquiry he had refused to part with her on any account, or for
any amount of money, but he said it might be barely possible to steal her off, if I was
so inclined.
I promised him a large sum if he would procure her for me, and calling on Ali,
my agent consulted with him as to the best means of bringing her off.
They agreed to go and stay about the house at night, until they saw the old man
go out, and then, with the assistance of a couple of eunuchs, rush into the house, gag
her, carry her out, and put her into a litter and bring her to me, all of which I
approved, promising them a rich reward if they succeeded.
It was not until the third night that they were able to carry her off and I was
agreeably surprised one night while reclining in the arms of one of my lovely slaves
to see a couple of my mutes come into my room bearing in their arms the beautiful
stolen prize.
I took her out of their arms, and seating her on a cushion, I uncovered her face
and took the gag from her mouth. I found her to be a lovely creature as far back as I
could see and I began stripping her so that I might have a full view of her naked and
view all her hidden charms.
Oh! what charms, what beauty met my fiery glance.
I had to call on several of the women to help me hold her while I was feeling
and admiring her charms. I burned with desire to enjoy her, I lavished my eager
kisses on every part of her body. I fastened my lips to hers. I sucked the rosy
nipples of her breasts; the lips of her cunt received more than their share.
I was about to throw myself on her, but reflecting that I had determined to
reserve all that had their maidenheads till after my return to France, I sprang from
her, threw myself in the arms of Celestine and buried myself up to the hilt in her, just
in time to prevent the liquor from spurting all over the floor.
Shortly after, Ali got me two more females, both of whom had been taken from
one of the isles of the Hellespont.
I had now nearly run out of money and was preparing to start home, when, by
accident, I found out that Ali was reputed to have a daughter more beautiful than any
female in Constantinople, and I determined to wait a while and get possession of her
by some means or other.
I had not money enough left to think of offering a sum large enough to tempt his
cupidity, so I made all arrangements to steal her off, for which purpose I despatched
him into the country.
The same day I found out the part of the house in which Ali had shut up his
daughter in the hopes of keeping her from my sight; and I made everything ready for
stealing her off the same night as soon as it was dark.
I sent all my baggage and the females with the eunuchs and the mutes on board
the brig.
I got a litter, and with the assistance of the interpreter whom I largely paid to aid
me in the enterprise, I succeeded in gaining the apartment of Selina, whom I saw to
be asleep. Without any noise we gagged her and putting her into the litter soon had
her on board the brig with my other treasures, when we instantly steered out of the
harbour and made all haste; nor did I think myself in perfect safety until we floated
once more in the Mediterranean.
Selina, on being released, at first made a great outcry at being carried off, and I
kept out of her sight until we had been under weigh a couple of days, when the sea-
sickness had tamed her wondrously, and I could approach her without having
torrents of abuse and Turkish execrations heaped on my head. In fact, the whole of
my passengers were sick, with the exception of Caroline, Celestine, and the Nubian
slave.
These three attended the rest, till they got over their seasickness, which was not
until the third or fourth day with some. Then all was mirth, jollity, luscious love.
After all were perfectly recovered, we ran up to a small, verdant but uninhabited
island in the Mediterranean and lay to for one day and night.
In the evening I had let down into the water a very large sheet of canvas, made
on purpose, supported by the corners of the yard-arms of the vessel, for the purpose
of letting women have a bath. Ordering them to change their rich dresses for pants
and shirts of plain white cotton, I took them on deck and having stationed the sailors
in the boats a yards distant from the canvas, I plunged them one after the other into
the water in the belly of the sheet.
Here they amused and enjoyed themselves amazingly for an hour or more. They
were then twisted up in an armchair, rigged for the purpose, and after dressing
themselves, I again brought them on deck, where they romped and played about like
so many young kittens or monkeys.
Calling on a eunuch, I ordered him to bring up some musical instruments that I
had procured in Constantinople.
Ibzaidu and two others played on the guzla and sang some plaintive songs of
home in a rich mellow voice that cast a sadness and gloom on the spirits of all, till
Celestine seized the guitar and sang me some of the songs of our own dear France.
Thus we amused ourselves until late at night, having supper brought up on the
deck which we partook of by moonlight.
Stopping and enjoying myself by the way as I listed, it was nearly five weeks
after sailing before I anchored in the harbour of the little creek close to the chateau in
Brittany, where, after safely stowing away in the old castle my goods, women etc., I
made preparation for that which you may know in next chapter.
CHAPTER VI.
The first thing I did after one day's rest was to assign the eunuchs and mutes I
had brought with me to their separate duties, which consisted solely in guarding and
attending the females, either when in their apartment or when roving about in the
garden or shrubberies attached to the chateau, so that they were never from under the
sight of some of the slaves.
After having made these arrangements I made preparations for giving a grand
entertainment to the captain and the crew of the steamer, who had conducted
themselves very much to my satisfaction during the voyage, never having once
intruded or infringed their privileges, always acting with great delicacy.
On the evening in the Mediterranean that I had the women on the deck to bathe,
the sailors would have all retired below had I not called them back and sent them in
the boats, and now I determined to repay them their good conduct by giving them an
entertainment fit for princes.
In the evening I sent word to the captain and the crew to come up to the castle.
In half an hour they were admitted and having shut up the women in an apartment
out of the way, I showed them through the shrubberies and garden, all of which they
viewed with amazement, wondering at the richness and taste displayed in the fitting
up of the castle of beauties, as they termed it.
About six o'clock a servant made his appearance saying that supper was ready. I
had ordered the supper to be served in the hall of the fountains and led my guests
there.
We entered and sat down at the tables and directly came trooping in all the
females of my harem and seated themselves opposite to the men.
After the supper was over, Ibzaidu and some of the other women I had brought
from Turkey took their instruments and gave us a concert of Oriental music. After
which Caroline went to the piano, and Celestine sat down to a harp and played some
brilliant and lively pieces of French and Italian music. Upon which, those of my
lovely slaves who belonged to the Grecian isles got up and danced the romaika and
other dances peculiar to the country.
They were followed by Ibzaidu and two other Circassians, who were attired in
the costumes of their native land, and danced some of the native dances.
These were in their turn followed by the Georgians, after which came my sable
mistress, the Nubian, dressed in petticoats reaching the knees with an overdress of
fine blue gauze. Her dance was wild and pleasing and in throwing herself about over
the floor, as her legs were bare, would show her thighs, her bare buttocks and
sometimes her black bushy notch.
Celestine and Caroline rose up and stepped out on the floor to dance, and Laura
sat down at the piano.
They were dressed in short petticoats and dress, the same as the Nubian, and
performed some lascivious dances, showing every charm which nature had graced
them with.
The officers and crew of the brig applauded the dance very much.
About twelve o'clock I sent off the common seamen, retaining only the officers,
five in number.
After the seamen left us the company became mixed, officers sitting in the midst
of the women, some of whom I had not frigged for a long time, and who looked with
a wistful and longing eye on the men about them, and it very clear to me that were I
not present they would soon be engaged in the soft pleasures of love.
Clapping my hands, a couple of eunuchs entered and pointing out Rose, Marie
and Manette, and two others they them away to an apartment I had fitted up with
beds. When they came back I took leave of the officers, and the eunuchs left the
room with them to where they had put the five girls.
What a pleasant surprise to both parties! The men to find the beds occupied by
the five girls and the girls to find same number of men enter to them. Oh, how they
panted with the pleasure of the sight.
Instantly did they know why I had sent them to that apartment. After the men
were gone I sent all the women to the chamber except a lovely Georgian, and
repaired to an adjoining apartment to where the five couples were.
Here I had a place so constructed that I could see all was going on in the other
room without being seen.
After the men had got into the room they ran up to the beds and would have
clasped the women to their breasts, but they all jumped out of bed naked, and began
to undress the men, who were speedily divested of all clothing. Then what a scene
of love followed! The men threw the girls on the beds, who opened wide their thighs
as they fell on their necks, and then jumped on them with pricks stiff as iron rods,
piercing through the tender folds of the cunts under them, sending joy and pleasure
to their very vitals, and I could judge from the exclamations and the writhing about,
and the wriggling of backsides, the hot kisses and the amorous bites on the neck that
not one had but received a double or triple dose of the sacred liquor injected into
them. I think I never saw men and women fuck with greater zest, or derive more
pleasure and enjoyment from frigging than they did.
Looking at them had such an effect on myself and companion that we were
obliged to retire to the bedchamber for the purpose of enjoying ourselves in like
manner.
In ascending a flight of stairs, my slave tripped, and falling hurt herself, so that
on entering the room I had to seek another in whom to pour the extra liquor from the
magic spring, and which was about to run over for the want of pumping.
The first bed I cast my eye on contained the luxurious Nubian slave, and I
determined to offer up her maidenhead as the sacrificial offering to the god of love.
Approaching, I motioned her to rise and follow me to the state-bed whither I
went.
We entered the bed together both stark naked, and placing her at once in a
favourable position with a cushion under her large fat bottom, I lay my length on her
and guiding the head of my prick tried to insert it between the lips of her slit, but
could not succeed.
I got up, and oiling it well with ointment I again freed the entrance and
succeeded in ripping and tearing up the works and barriers that defended her virgin
rose, and found her a dish fit for the gods! Heavens! with what transports of delight
did I squeeze her in my arms as I drove the arrow of love into the deepest recess of
the luscious quivering flesh through which I had forced a passage for it.
Despite the pain which my forcible entrance into her must have caused, the
moment I began working in her, Celeste, the name I had given her, began moving up
to me with vigour, elasticity, and a sense of pleasure utterly impossible to be looked
for in one in her situation.
So young, not quite fifteen, and then with a notch of such a lusciously tight
smallness that even after entering her to the full length, it was with the utmost
difficulty that I could work in and out of her, but with the suction caused by the
tightness with which the flesh worked around the piston rod, I soon drew open the
sluice of love's reservoir and thence gushed forth a stream of fiery fluid which
completely drenched her inmost parts, causing a shudder of pleasure to run through
her whole body that at once proclaimed to me that she was about to give proof of the
joy and ecstasy with which she had received from me the terrible lance thrust which
had given her such a wound and was causing her to pour down the essence of her
very soul through the gaping orifice.
The oiling which her parts had received from the mutual flow of our sperm
made the entrance somewhat easy, but still very tight.
Towards morning she began to realize the full enjoyment of the luscious
pleasure of being well frigged as the folds of her cunt from the constant friction had
stretched somewhat more, causing no more than a delicious tightness, perfectly
agreeable to me and which greatly enhanced the pleasure, as the first three or four
times that I entered her I found it too tight for the full enjoyment of perfect bliss, as it
almost tore the foreskin off my pego when entering, thus causing pain which
detracted from the pleasure.
In the morning when I descended to the breakfast table I found those whom I
had sent to spend the night with the officers of the brig so sore that they could hardly
walk from the tremendous battering they had received from their companions during
the night.
I rode out through the surrounding country during the day and on my return in
the evening in passing one of the rooms I heard considerable whispering, and
listening I overheard one of the women in conversation with some men.
I slyly opened the door and imagine my astonishment at beholding Caroline,
Celestine, Rosalie and Laura in company with the four lubbery country-boors I had
engaged at the chateau.
They were all lying on the floor, the girls with their clothes tossed up to their
waists and the men with their pricks out of their breeches and the girls playing with
them, trying to instill new life and vigour into the drooping instruments which had
apparently just done good service.
Not being seen by them I retired, softly closing the door, to meditate on what I
should do with the guilty ones.
After thinking over the subject for some time I came to the conclusion that I had
no right to do or say anything on the subject, knowing that it was the instinct of
nature which prompted them to act as they had done, and recollecting that I had
promised to each of them that they should never want for that, to which they were
then treating themselves, I decided to say nothing about the matter unless merely to
give them all a severe fright.
After supper, as I was sitting in the midst of my girls in the hall of fountains,
watching some of the Grecian women as they winded through the mazes of the
voluptuous romaika, to the music of the guzla, I clapped my hands and four mutes
entered.
I pointed out the four I had caught frigging with the servants and ordered the
mutes to seize them.
They bound their wrists with silken sashes and led them up to me. I put on a
savage frown and accused them of having debased themselves to the embraces of
menials.
This they denied and persisted in denying.
I ordered the mutes to strip them and taking a slender riding switch I began
tapping Celestine with it on her bare buttocks very lightly just so as to cause them to
blush till they became a beautiful carmine hue, mixed in with the clear alabaster, and
they all four cast themselves on their knees before me and acknowledged their fault.
I then told them that it demanded a more serious punishment and that they should
receive it.
Now, I had ordered up from the village four of the finest-looking stout peasants
to be found, and making a sign to the mutes they went out and returned leading them
in blind-folded.
After they were in the room I conversed with them, and ordered some chocolate
to be served which I had prepared with certain drugs that would cause their amorous
propensities to rise every few minutes for four hours.
They were stark naked, and shortly after drinking, their lances stood erect
against their bellies.
I then untied the wrists of the four girls and told them to lie down on cushions
prepared for the purpose. I then led a man to each and put them in one another's
arms, telling the men to go in. The men instantly mounted the women and for three
hours kept them working in a dead heat.
Fourteen times did those men frig the women under them, changing women
every now and then.
At first the women enjoyed it very much but at last got tired to death, perfectly
worn out, battered and bruised to pieces, the lips of their slits gaping wide open,
flabby and swollen, with a perfect little lake of sperm between their thighs.
As soon as I saw the chocolate began to lose the effect on them I had them taken
out and there lay the girls so be fucked that they could hardly move hand or foot.
I myself was not idle during their performance, for I had three times dissolved
myself in the Nubian slave. I spent the night in her arms, arising in the morning with
the intention of husbanding myself for a couple of days, so as to be able to do justice
to the maidenhead of Ibzaidu, which I intended sacrificing to my amorous and fierce
desires.
CHAPTER VII.
On the evening of the second day after, I made grand preparations for the event
about to be celebrated. I had an elegant supper served such as would have tempted
old Epicurus himself. All the inmates of the seraglio were at the table and I plied
them so well with wine that not one except Ibzaidu arose from it sober.
When I gave the signal for retiring to the bedchamber they reeled and staggered
about like so many drunken sailors. Arrived at the bedchamber we all stripped to the
skin and catching Ibzaidu in my arms I carried her to the state-bed and threw her
down on it, and being somewhat fearful of my powers, as I had been sucked nearly
dry by the Nubian, I called for and drank a cup of my magic chocolate which I knew
would enable me to go through the acts like a conqueror.
I gave the word and all the girls came round the bed with their instruments
playing, and sang a beautiful song which I had composed for the occasion.
I gave the word and getting on the bed fixed my victim in the best position, got
between her thighs and giving a bunch of switches to one of the girls I directed her to
lash my backside with them so as to smart much.
I took hold of my battering-ram and strove to force an entrance. The head is in,
the soft flesh yields to my fierce thrusts. I drive in, she screams with pain but I heed
it not. It is music to my ears. It tells me that I am about to arrive at the seat of bliss.
I shove and thrust harder, everything gives way to me, the lashing on my buttocks
gives me double force, and one fierce lunge sends it into the furthest extremity of her
grotto and at the same moment I oiled the mangled tender flesh of her dear little
bleeding slit with such a stream of burning sperm as never woman sucked from man
before, I thought my very prick and stones were dissolving in pearly liquid.
After resting myself on her bosom for a few moments, I found that my battering-
ram was prepared for another assault and I fiercely drove him into the breach.
Three times before I got off did I spend the juice of my body into her without
calling from her any return.
She lay and moaned in her agony and pain, and on looking, I saw that I had
terribly battered and bruised the entrance of the seat of pleasure.
I raised her up and had her put into a warm bath and after drying her I again put
her to bed. After giving her some wine and taking some myself, I found that again I
was in trim for another bout.
With a spring I placed myself between her thighs. I entered her, not without a
good deal of hard work.
God of voluptuous love, what a heat reigned through her body!
How lusciously did the sweet flesh clasp around my rod!
A few thrusts and a few moves in and out awaken her to a sense of pleasure.
She moves up to me, she catches the fever that runs through me. Quicker,
quicker she heaves up to me to meet my fierce lunges as I drive my foaming steed
through her gap into the rich pasturage. She clasps me in her arms, and throws her
snowy thighs around my back, the bounces of her bottom fairly spring me off her. I
feel she is coming. Ah, my god, she comes - she spends! The sperm comes from
her in a shower. I, too - I again - I spend! It runs from me. Great God! It's too
much! I die! Oh-h! And then I breathed my spirit away in a sigh soft and gentle as
a zephyr.
My God, how voluptuous, how luscious was the beautiful Circassian! What
warmth! With what fire, what energy did she meet all my efforts at procuring and
dispensing pleasure! How lusciously did she squeeze me when in her! How
plentifully did she let down the milk when the agony of pleasure seized her!
We swam in a perfect sea of voluptuousness totally indescribable. Man cannot
imagine, pen cannot describe it, it was an intoxication of delight - pleasure wrought
up to agony, bliss inexpressible, more exquisitely delicious than that enjoyed by the
houris of Paradise when in the arms of true Mohammedans, or that enjoyed by the
spirits of the Elysian fields.
(To be continued.)
MY GRANDMOTHER'S TALE OR MAY'S ACCOUNT OF HER
INTRODUCTION TO THE ART OF LOVE.
From an unsophisticated Manuscript found amongst the old lady's papers, after her
death, supposed to have been written about A.D. 1797.
CHAPTER IV.
KATE'S NARRATIVE CONTINUED; THE VOYAGE; CAPTAIN LEMBERG AND HIS NIECE
HILDA.
On the next occasion that May and her friend Kate were snugly stretched in bed,
their arms fondly circling one another and their hands tenderly plucking the hair of
each other's cunt, they soon grew so excited that she, throwing off everything and
May reversing her position, lay over her friend and gamahuched her most lovingly,
Kate's tongue returning those fiery kisses of love with such interest that in a few
minutes both were dissolved in a balmy emission.
As soon as they were recovered a little and more composed, May said softly:
"Now, dear Katie, proceed with your most interesting and exciting narrative."
Well, when the time came, papa brought me word to board the brig, and after
taking a most affectionate leave he left me in charge of Captain Lemberg and his
niece, Hilda. I was delighted to have her as a companion for she was a merry,
spritely girl, and had made the voyage before.
I had a little cabin adjoining hers and opening on the salon.
Nina was accommodated in the forepart of the ship and was with a soldier's
wife, a Mrs. S and her sister Jenny. The vessel sailed early the next morning and
soon began to pitch and roll. The motion made us all sick. Nina was not able to
leave her berth and Hilda was nearly as bad. As for me I never felt so bad in my life.
About noon the Captain came into my cabin. I was lying down, only half
dressed and so sick that I did not care what was done to me.
He said he was so sorry to find me so bad; but that if I would allow him to
prescribe for me he knew what would be sure to give relief.
I said I would take anything he gave for I could not be worse than I was.
He went out and soon returned with a tumbler of hot brandy and water. When I
tasted it I said: "I cannot take this, it is too strong."
"All the better, my dear, it will do you more good. Come, trust an old sailor."
He put his arm round me and supported me while I gulped it down. Then he laid
me back. It relieved the sickness but threw me into a stupor.
Before he left he arranged my dress and was very particular in setting it over my
breast. Seeing I did not move he passed his hand down over my stomach and
pressed the mound at the bottom of my belly. Then he lightly kissed my forehead
and went away.
After a short time he returned and finding me tossing about, but still in a state of
stupor he softly rubbed my stomach over my chemise, bringing his hand lower and
lower, until he reached my cunt. Finding I did not mind him, he passed his hands up
under my chemise and boldly grasped my cunt.
"Oh, Captain," I muttered, but could say no more.
He pushed his hand between my thighs so as to feel the lips. He separated my
thighs more and felt them round about. Indeed I don't know what he did, I was so
stupefied, but I think he kissed it.
In the evening the sea calmed down and I felt much better.
He brought me a cup of coffee, which roused me up. He supported me with his
arm while I was drinking and then stooped to kiss me. I could not refuse him my
lips, he so kind.
In a few days I recovered from the effects of my sickness, and I began to feel at
home in the vessel.
Hilda brought me about and showed me everything.
At the opposite side of the salon the Captain and the mate, Mr. Carle, occupied
cabins corresponding to ours.
Mr. Carle was a young man, good-looking and very agreeable. He was most
attentive to Hilda and did not mind me much. But the Captain was unremitting in his
attentions to me. He got into the way of kissing me every night and used to squeeze
my bottom when I passed near him.
With Hilda he was still more free, but then she was his niece.
In arranging my cabin I found there was a sliding panel between Hilda's cabin
and mine which, when open, gave a full view either way.
The Captain generally kept the first night-watch and remained on deck until
after twelve; then he would come down, take grog, and turn in.
One night I was awakened by talking in Hilda's cabin and I heard her say "Now
behave yourself, I won't have you coming this way into my cabin at night. Ah, stop,
I will call out, if you don't let me alone."
"Hildy, my pet, let me, just a moment."
"No, yon mustn't put your hand there - you mustn't raise my shift - you mustn't
open my thighs. Oh, Uncle, do - take it away. You are a terrible man, why don't
you go and fuck Kate? What would Carle say if he knew you did this to me?
I got up, opened the panel and peeped in. Her lamp was burning. I could see
that he had drawn her to the edge of her berth, over which her naked bottom
projected. Her legs were raised up and resting on his arms while his large prick was
darting in and out of her open cunt. I could see that she was beginning to enjoy it for
she wriggled her bum and threw her arms around his neck.
"Press it, dear Uncle! You make me like it in spite of myself."
At every thrust he banged against her rump, crying: "There, there, you have it
all."
Before he left I heard him talking of me and telling her to show me some books
and pictures.
The next day, coming suddenly out of my cabin I caught her sitting in Mr.
Carle's lap. He had his arm round her and was kissing her. They started and blushed
when they saw me and he got up and went on deck.
She then told me that they were engaged to be married at the end of the voyage.
"And do you know, Kate, though I am fond of Carle I dread it."
"Why?", I asked.
"Oh, don't you know what a man does to a woman when they are in bed
together?"
"No," I said, looking very innocent, "What?"
"Oh, you must know that he has something that he puts into her stomach."
"What is it like, Hilda? Tell me about it."
"It's a thing called a prick, eight or nine inches long, with a purple head. It
hangs between his legs and when it stiffens he can push it into our slits, which are
called cunts, you know. Then after working it in and out, something comes out, and
it makes the child."
"How queer! Did you ever see it, Hilda?"
"I have often seen pictures of it. Uncle has curious books with pictures, that tell
all about it. Would you like to see it? I was looking over his books and I came upon
a secret drawer which was open, and there I found them; come, I'll show them to
you."
We went into his cabin and on opening the drawer saw a number of books full of
coloured pictures of the most lascivious evolutions of love.
There were naked men and naked women with their cunts and pricks and
bottoms displayed in every kind of attitude and position. They were frigging,
sucking and fucking in all varied positions.
There were some large French prints also. One depicted a beautiful girl with her
bare shoulders and legs, seated on the lap of her lover. Between her voluptuous
thighs her cunt is seen delightfully gorged with his standing prick. Her arms are
round his neck and her face is turned up, beaming with the satisfaction she
experiences in her well-filled cunt.
Another showed a fat nun with her frock up and her breasts bare, stretched on a
couch before a large mirror; she had been working a dildoe, that is, an artificial
prick, into her voluptuous cunt. She has obtained an emission and is now lying back
in delicious languor, while two randy monks, peeping round the; curtain, and
beholding the luscious scene reflected in the glass, have pulled out their pricks and
contend who shall be the first into her lustful orifice.
Then there was a scene in a cafe in Paris: a number of naked men and women
dancing together. As they circle round, their pricks and cunts are presented in most
exciting points of view; one is pressing the soft buttocks of his partner, while she
holds with loving grasp his standing prick. Another squeezes the breasts of his
beloved, while she supports his pendant balls. Another couple falls, but they so
manage that he falls between her extended thighs and his eager prick soon finds
lodgement in her expectant cunt. Some are lying their partners, nothing loath, upon
the surrounding couches and relieving their excitement by plunging into their
melting cunts. While others again regale their senses of taste and smell between the
voluptuous thighs of their delighted fair ones.
These pictures excited me greatly. I had never seen anything like them before.
"Oh, Hilda," I muttered as I pressed together my thighs, while she pointed out each
lascivious detail.
"But we must not remain here," she said. "Let us take some of these books into
your cabin and there we can observe them at our leisure."
So, taking three, we shut the drawer and made off.
When we had comfortably settled ourselves on a little sofa at the side of my
cabin, we opened the first. It contained a thrilling description of a doctor's exploits
with a buxom young widow. How he gained her confidence and then excited her
amorous feelings, until he succeeded in raising her snowy smock and in feasting his
eyes on the ripe beauties of her voluptuous form. The next depicts her standing thus
at his side with her splendid cunt protruding its full rounded lips from the midst of a
thick covering of crisp curling hair, while the crimson line between gives promise of
a warm reception to his prick.
He has put her hand on his standing prick, which she looks at with shy pleasure
as she draws the skin down from its glowing red head.
In the next plate she is seen lying across his lap, her beautifully rounded bottom
with its milk-white globes is turned up to meet his amorous gaze. He pats the cheeks
and titillates the furrow between, while his prick is luxuriating in the soft folds of her
melting cunt.
In another plate she is represented as astride of him, her bottom rubbing against
his belly as he leans back. By the sweet suction of her mouth she has restored his
prick to vigorous life, and, as it now stands up between her widely separated thighs,
she presses it warmly against the lips of her longing cunt.
"How would you like to be in her place, Kate? And to feel a fine lusty prick
pressing against your cunt and then pushing up into it filling you with rapture and
delight?"
"I am sure it would be very pleasant if it were the prick of one I loved."
"No doubt that would vastly increase the pleasure; but don't you feel when your
cunt gets excited that any prick, if it were in the right condition, would give you
pleasure? How does your cunt feel now? Would you mind my putting my hand on
it, Kate?"
"Not in the least, Hilda, if you want to."
"Lean back, dear, open your thighs. Might I see it?"
"I have no objection."
I now became aware that the sliding panel was slightly open and though I saw
something like an eye peering through the slit, I pretended to take no notice. I
replied: "You may, Hilda, provided you let me see yours afterwards."
She quickly raised my petticoats, uncovering all my belly and thighs right up
before the panel, which was now opened a little further. She played with my hairy
turf and praised its colour. Then, separating my legs as far as possible she drew the
lips apart. "You have a sweet little cunt, Kate, with a wonderful clitoris, and a deep
red recess. Oh, how hot it is inside! And how it sucks and presses my finger. If I
only had a prick I would like to fuck you myself." She stooped and kissed the lips
and sucked the clitoris. I then got up and made her display her secret charms before
the panel, which made her blush for she well knew what was there.
She had a very pretty cunt, daintily fringed with light red hair and the inside hot
and juicy.
That night the Captain changed watches with Mr. Carle and before he went to
our cabins made us take some of his grog. Hilda took it very freely and made me
take more than I wished; in fact, when I stood up I felt quite giddy.
The Captain took me in his arms and made me sit on his knee. While I was
warding off his kisses he slipped his hand under my dress and pushed it up between
my thighs.
"Oh, Captain! Stop. Take your hand away - no, I won't allow it!"
"What is he doing?" Hilda asked, laughing.
"No matter, I won't allow it - stop! Oh, stop, how can you be so impudent?"
"Don't be angry, Kate, my pet. I won't harm you. Sure every pretty girl likes to
have her cunt tickled. Doesn't she, Hilda?"
"Well, I don't, and I won't let you. Oh, Hilda, don't let him raise my dress -
don't let him - you make me ashamed - how can you be so wicked?"
I was now stretched on my back and he over me holding my arms and stifling
me with kisses.
"Hilda! What are you doing? don't let him push it in! Oh! Oh! Oh!"
Hilda with her sly cunning had trapped me. It was she that opened the lips of
my cunt, pushed in the head of his prick and then held it by the roots.
At each thrust he cried: "Sweet Katie - sweet pet - you have it now - in your
delicious cunt - fuck - fuck - fuck! Hold my balls Hilda! Slap my arse, slap hard!"
At every smack she gave his bottom I felt his prick rush up with increased
vigour into my cunt. I began to wriggle and heave.
"Ah, little one, you like it now- ah- oh, it comes -there -there it is."
He then put himself in order and hurried on deck to take his share of the night
duty.
When I stood up I could hardly walk, so Hilda supported me into my cabin and
helped me to undress.
When she had settled me in my berth she kissed me and wished me good night.
I stopped her and said: "It was a shame, Hilda, to allow me to be so treated."
"Don't mind, dear," she replied, laughing. "You are nothing the worse. And if I
am not much mistaken you will enjoy it better before you leave the ship. Good
night."
Though I was tired yet I was too excited to be sleepy.
After a short time I heard someone open the door of Hilda's cabin.
"Oh, Carle, what do you want here at this time of the night?"
"I want you, my pet, I can't live without you."
"Sure you have me all day."
"But I want you all night, too."
"But that you can't have yet, you know."
"Why not, love, don't you trust me?"
"Wait until we are married, Carle. You will have enough of me then. Go away
now, there's a dear fellow. There, you've kissed me enough already to serve for a
month. Well, I will sit on your knee just for a moment, if you promise to go away at
once. Ah, where is your hand stealing?"
"Let me, my pet, I am curious to know if you are as nice here as I expected."
"And if I am not, what then?"
"Well, let me try anyway - there - open."
"Will you swear on your soul that you will marry me at the end of this voyage?"
"I will, indeed, dearest, on my soul. Thanks Hilda. Now I love you more than
ever because you have confidence in me. You are very nice indeed, my sweet pet,
you have a darling little pussey. Oh, how soft and warm it is. Now put your hand
here and you will find something that is just made for it. Move it up and down, my
love, it is all your own. Feel how strong and hot it is; it's longing to make
acquaintance with its friend here. Won't you let them kiss, just to touch those loving
lips?"
"Ah, Carle, it's not kind of you; you know I am so fond of you! You won't hurt
me?"
"Open your legs more - there - it's in - in your sweet cunt. Darling Hilda, don't
you like to feel my prick there, fucking, fucking?"
"Yes, but push gently, there's a dear."
"My love - oh, my love! - How my prick loves to fuck your sweet cunt."
Then they went on hugging and kissing for ever so long. After a while I heard
her asking questions about his prick and balls. "Now it is beginning to get large
again. There, see how it has stiffened up. Would you like me to put it into my
mouth and suck it?"
"Yes, my love, that would give me great pleasure. Thanks, darling Hilda, your
mouth is almost equal to your cunt. That's delicious."
"But who can tell what queer places this has been in. How many girls have you
had, Carle?"
"Ah, Hilda, don't be getting jealous. I have fucked, as you know, a good many
girls. And if you are a wise little wife you won't object to my fucking a few more
besides yourself, even after we are married. Now, let us make an agreement, love,
which I am certain will tend to our mutual happiness. Give me perfect liberty and I
will promise never to do anything without your knowledge and consent. I will give
you the same liberty to have anyone you please and as often as you please, on the
same conditions. I am satisfied we will love each other better and enjoy each other
more than ever when we are not tied up exclusively to each other. Do you agree?"
"Well, Carle, I don't desire any liberty myself but if it will make you happier and
cause you to love me more, I agree. But, remember, the condition must be carried
out."
("Just a moment, Kate! Were they married afterwards, and did they follow that
agreement?"
"They were, and the last time I met them, I thought I never saw a happier or
more loving couple."
"Another word: what do you think of the arrangement yourself, Kate? I ask you
because Mr. T- has proposed the same thing to myself, that is, if I marry him."
"Well, dear, it is hard to give an opinion. Most women like to have a man all to
themselves and as a rule they are satisfied with one; but in cases where either party
has led a free life before marriage, I can quite understand that such an arrangement
would be expedient and wise. But you may have an opportunity of judging for
yourself as your papa intends inviting them here as soon as Carle returns from his
present voyage."
"Oh, that will be delightful. I am longing to see Hilda and we may have Mr. T-
also, for he says he can't wait any longer for me and he has written to papa. But go
on, dear Kate, and tell me what happened next.")
Just this: The following day Carle told the Captain of his engagement with his
niece and that he had promised to marry her as soon as they arrived in port.
The Captain replied: "All right, old fellow, I congratulate you. She is a thorough
good girl and will make a jolly wife. But you may have her at once so far as I am
concerned, if you sign the marriage contract in my presence, which you know has
legal force in Danish law."
Carle jumped at the idea. So the contract was drawn up and signed by Hilda and
himself, the Captain and I adding our names as witnesses.
"Now," said the Captain, "I pronounce you man and wife together, etc. Have at
her as soon as you like, my boy! And as we have witnessed the wedding it would be
only fair that we should witness the bedding too."
Carle found her in his arms and placed her on his knee. The Captain caught
hold of me and moving his leg under me, said: "Kate, you will have to be my niece
now." And in spite of my struggles he forced his hand up between my legs.
Carle was not slow in following his example, and soon amidst many "Ah,
Carle," "Stop Charlie" our cunts were taken in full possession of by exploring hands
while two standing pricks boldly upreared their rosy tips.
Finding that they were bent on enjoying us openly, we saw no use in further
resistance and so let them have their way.
The Captain smiled when he saw how skillfully and lovingly Hilda caressed
Carle's noble tool, and under cover of a kiss placed my fingers on his own. "Now,
Carle, lay her on the locker and don't spare her maiden-trap. Kate will guide the bird
into the nest and I will look on, and see fair play and no favour."
Carle laid her back and tenderly lifting her dress uncovered her belly and thighs.
Then raising her legs, he spread her thighs widely apart and paused to admire her
cunt, fringed with golden hair, and cosily placed himself between her luxuriant
thighs. He then leaned over her so as to place his prick upon its opened lips.
"Kate, now pop it in and hold it firmly."
I stooped forward and taking hold of Carle's bounding tool pushed its head into
her soft recess. In doing so my bare bottom became exposed to the Captain's view.
He caught me round the hips and cried: "Oh, lovely arse!" He kissed it and I felt
his warm pliant tongue playing in and about my cunt and penetrating my bottom-
hole itself. Then quickly rising up he thrust his rampant prick into my cunt and
fucked away all the while leaning over my back, watching Carle and crying out at
every thrust: "That's the way, fellow! Send it home - rattle your bullocks against her
arse! - fuck - fuck - fuck - ah, oh!" And we all fell together, our cunts overflowing
with the discharge from their excited pricks.
After lying over her for a few moments Carle began to heave his bottom again
and gave her the benefit of a second fuck, without taking out his prick.
This pleased the Captain greatly. He stooped over his niece and kissing her
asked how she liked being fucked.
She smiled, and stretching out her hand took hold of his prick, now soft and
hanging down.
Carle laughed to see her frigging her uncle's prick and went on slowly driving
his own in and out of her cunt.
The Captain's prick began to stand; he pushed it towards her face. She drew it to
her lips and calling me, raised my clothes and placed Carle's hand on my cunt, then
looking up she said: "Now we are quits."
He kissed her and said: "Darling Hilda, you are the best and sweetest of wives,
you will never regret it."
Then bending down he asked me to lean back and open my thighs. He kissed
my cunt and sucked the clitoris all the while with a slow and measured stroke,
fucking Hilda's cunt.
"What are you doing to Kate, Carle?"
"I am sucking her sweet cunt while I am flicking yours. And what are you doing
to the Captain?"
"I am sucking his prick and squeezing yours in my cunt."
The Captain now heaved his great heavy bum and worked his prick in and out of
her mouth, just as Carle with increasing vigour drove his prick in and out of her cunt.
She heaved up and down, and in the height of her excitement, grasped one of the
cheeks of my bottom and at every thrust of Carle's prick gave me such a squeeze that
I could hardly suppress a shout.
But I felt nearly as excited as herself, for the action of Carle's lips and tongue in
my cunt was almost as exciting as that of his prick in hers, while the view of his fine
bottom rising and falling between her wide-spread thighs, and the Captain's tool
darting in and out of her mouth, caused me fully to share in the general form of
excitement.
The Captain feeling the tide of pleasure rising to the flood, cried: "Fuck her,
Carle - fuck her cunt."
Carle replied: "Suck him, Hilda - suck his prick."
Whilst I, I pressed my cunt against Carle's mouth and spent on his tongue, called
out the names - prick - cunt - arse - frigging - sucking - flicking - oh!
Carle went on deck and the Captain soon after tumbled into his berth. Hilda and
I retired to our cabins and were soon fast asleep.
(To be continued.)
THE GOOD NOBLEMAN.
Air - "There was a Little Man."
Respected near and far,
There was a noble
Marquis, and Wallsend was the title that he bore, bore, bore,
Who left his brother-swells
To follow little girls,
And tell 'em not to do it any more, more, more.
Said he: "A man's affair
Isn't meant to go in there!"
And his Lordship put his finger on the spot, spot, spot;
But the wicked girls appalled
The nobleman, and called
On God to paralyse each limb they'd got, got, got.
"Your private parts, or cunny,
Should not be let for money,
They're only meant to pee with," did he preach, preach preach,
His ears he almost doubted,
When the little creatures shouted:
"God blind us into bloody corpses, each, each, each!"
"You always should endeavour
To stop a young man ever
On any grounds from creeping up behind, hind, hind."
And this noble thought he dreamed,
When the little creatures screamed:
"God strike us deaf, lame, dumb and blind, blind, blind!"
"You dissembling, bleeding, rotten,
Bloody, cankered, misbegotten
Lump of shit, rubbed over with a little spend, spend, spend!"
The little children cried,
For a cockstand they espied
Within the noble breeches of their friend, friend, friend.
They were tearing down his breeches,
And his bitter cries and screeches,
And his blushes would have melted hearts of snow, snow, snow.
And the little creatures found,
When they dragged him to the ground,
That, while lecturing, he'd shot his noble roe, roe, roe.
FLUNKEYANIA; OR BELGRAVIAN MORALS.
BY CHARLES.
CHAPTER II.
It was rather late in the afternoon when we arrived home, and I was in my
apartment making some slight alteration in my attire before attending my lady at the
dinner table, when enters Justine! Without tapping or giving any other intimation of
her approach.
I remonstrated with her, with mock gravity on her great impudence, representing
to her that under the present circumstances my attire was grossly disarranged and
that there was a great possibility that she might have found me in a state totally unfit
to be seen by any young woman whatever.
To which the saucy girl replied that she did not know what state that was, unless
I was sewn up to the neck in a strong sack; and even then, she continued, she thought
that loving woman with a sharp pair of scissors might overcome the difficulty and
make me a presentable member of society - fit to be seen by herself anyway.
I think I was going to put this experiment to the practical test, and that without
the adjuncts of the sack and the scissors, when Justine stopped me by saying that she
had a very particular message for me from Her Ladyship.
This appeared to be that I was not to mention to anyone, least of all to the Earl,
the circumstances of the Countess's having taken "Miss Courtney for a drive."
"For a ride" said I, correcting her with all possible gravity.
"Well, then, for a ride, if you like, you saucy boy," replied the sweet girl, giving
me a slight box on the ear. "You know a great deal too much, sir; but you will
promise not to tell Ernest, darling, won't you?"
Now, I was resolved to tease her a little. So I said that really I considered Miss
Courtney a very fine girl. That she had given me a couple of sovereigns when she
got out of the carriage. That she was just the sort of a girl that I was sure His
Lordship would like: tall and long-legged, in fact exactly like a young fellow in girl's
clothes. He's very fond of boys and would be delighted in finding Adam's needle
instead of Eve's bit of old hat, when he put his hand up her clothes - and I was
chafing away at a great rate when my pretty visitor stamped her foot with vexation,
and then began to cry!
Of course upon this there was only one thing to do, and that was to comfort my
young lady in every way that I could, and I succeeded so well that from sobbing,
pouting, pushing me away and calling me a tantalizing, cross wretch, she began to
return my kisses after the most approved fashion. Then she clasped me round the
neck, sighing on my shoulder and murmuring incoherently all the loving epithets that
suggested themselves on the spur of the moment, yielding herself as she did so to the
loving clasp of my arms.
Almost undressed as I was, my natural feeling got the better of my discretion. It
was too plain what the Countess's soubrette sighed for at the moment, and could any
young fellow refuse such an appeal to his gallantry, especially that engine of love
which knows no conscience was burning with impatience.
My hands raised her clothes as I threw her back on the edge of my bed and for a
few minutes we revelled in the delights of love.
When we were getting more composed and able to converse like reasonable
beings, I gave Justine willingly enough the promise her mistress had told her to get
from me. While she informed me that the Earl was particular, almost to jealousy, of
anyone using his beautiful chestnuts, unless they who used them belonged to the
family.
I could not help wondering if he would be equally jealous of anyone "using" his
beautiful chestnut-haired wife! And whether I was to be considered "one of the
family"?
I could not help hinting something to this effect to Justine, in as discreet a way
as the object admitted of. And to my surprise instead of being exposed to a lecture,
for my brazen impudence, for daring to entertain such ideas, or a storm of jealous
reproaches for my cruelty in so thinking of anybody but herself, after what had just
passed between us - and that not for the first time - instead of this I received from
the faithful
femme de chambre no slight encouragement.
She told me that she was sure the Countess was very fond of me. That she had
questioned her (Justine) about my private habits, how I looked when in dishabille.
"You see, Ernest," said the arch girl laughingly, "that she supposes that I know
all about it."
Then she told me that the Earl, although not at all an unkind husband, was
habitually neglectful, and that, as the girl very shrewdly remarked, ladies considered
even worse. That they will bear with a great deal of flirting, infidelity, and other bad
conduct on the part of their lovers or husbands, as long as they themselves are not
neglected. But that the one offence not to be forgiven.
I do not mean to say that Justine expressed this sentiment precisely in these
words, but this was the sense of what she said, and very good sense, too.
The upshot of her conversation was that I was to be ready and bold; but not too
knowing or forward. To look my best, and to watch for a favourable opportunity
which she felt sure my Lady would afford me when she could. Indeed, Justine went
on to say that the present occasion would not be at all an unfavourable one, when I
could take the opportunity of assuring my mistress of my inviolable secrecy as to the
"Miss" Courtney transaction, and my eternal devotion to her service.
"But," said Justine, "I dare say my Lady may feel rather fatigued with the
exercises she has taken today - and as for you, sir; it is, or ought to be entirely out of
the question!"
I begged to assure Justine that she was never more mistaken in her life, for the
taste of love she had just given me only whetted my appetite for a fuller feast, which
was perfectly true; for what, with the girl's beauty before me, and the peep which I
had had that afternoon into the closed carriage, the warm blood throbbed in my veins
so that between reality and imagination I was in a highly efficient state; and all of
this I might have given Mademoiselle Justine another and immediate proof of, had
not the Countess's bell rung just at this juncture.
Our tete-a-tete was interrupted, Justine exclaiming: "Let me go directly, you
dear, naughty fellow - don't you hear my Lady's bell? I promised her to be back in
five minutes, and here I've been five and twenty! How you have tumbled my dress,
to be sure! Do get along with you! But I must kiss the dear boy first, who has given
me such a proof of his vigour!"
Her hand was under my shirt in a moment, and grasping the reanimated object
of her desires, she stooped and took it in her mouth for a moment or two, tickling the
ruby head with her lascivious tongue as her cherry lips pressed deliciously around it.
But just as I felt the crisis coming on, she suddenly rose from her stooping position
and, slapping my posteriors with no light hand, exclaimed with a laugh: "Ah, would
you, sir? I know what you are going to do!" and bounced out of my room, saying as
she closed the door, to be ready for Her Ladyship's commands in half-an-hour.
Reader, what could I do in the excited state in which she left me, but pass my
hand two or three times up and down on my bursting affair, till the seed spurted over
the floor satisfied my raging lust for that moment.
(To be continued.)
LADY POKINGHAM, OR THEY ALL DO IT;
Giving an Account of her Luxurious Adventures, both before
and after her Marriage with Lord Crim-Con
PART VI.
After luncheon I ordered Charles to take several shawls and a floor-stool into the
summer-house of the garden, as I wished to take a nap, and was sure the open air was
more conducive to refreshing sleep than the close atmosphere of a room on a warm
sunny day.
Annie and Patty exchanged significant glances as I gave the order, but my
uplifted finger stopped any further manifestation of intelligence.
We had a fine large garden at the back of the house, in some parts beautifully
shaded by umbrageous elms of a venerable age, especially on the banks of a small
circular pond about twenty yards in diameter, where, facing the south, the summer-
house stood under the trees by the side of the small lakelet.
I followed Charles as he carried out my orders, and arriving at our destination,
ordered him to spread the shawls over a sofa which stood there, for fear the leather
might be damp. Then he fetched a pillow, and placed the foot-stool at my feet.
I had nothing on but a loose morning-wrapper, with my chemise and drawers
underneath.
"How very oppressive it is," I exclaimed, as I languidly sank back on the couch
as soon as he had prepared it, allowing as I did so, a most negligent exposure of my
neck and slight glimpse of the orbs of love beneath.
"Ah! Oh, oh! My goodness; the dreadful cramp!" I almost screamed, as
bending down in great apparent pain, I pulled the robe to rub the calf of my right leg.
"Ah, oh! what torture!"
Charles was on his knees at my feet in a moment.
"Oh, my Lady, is it so very bad? Let me bend up your toes!"
"No, no, not there, rub the calf, as hard as you can, Charles, there's a good boy!"
I replied, my face wincing under the pain. "Higher, rub along my leg, the foot's no
use!"
Somehow the toe of my bad foot touched his trousers just outside the most
interesting part of his anatomy; the slipper had fallen off and I could feel his prick
quickly harden and throb under my toes, whilst his face flushed all over, and I
thought quite a perceptible tremor passed through his frame, as he went on rubbing
my leg below the knee, and I need not say how my own lustful temperament was
affected by the contact.
My robe had opened down the front so that he hid a full view of legs, drawers
and bosom, perhaps the wrinkle of love itself.
My blood was in a boil and I could no longer resist the impulse to enjoy such a
beautiful Adonis.
"Get up, Charles, it's better now." I said in a low voice, "and pray don't tell what
you've seen by accident. That cramp threw me into such an awful agony I did not
know how I tossed about!"
"Dear Lady, your secrets are always safe with me." he replied, looking down
bashfully as he rose to his feet. "I could kiss the ground under your feet to prove my
devotion!"
"No, you are such a kind boy that just for this once, Charles, only this once,
mind, I will give you a kiss myself instead. Come closer to me! What a fine boy
you are. Now don't be bashful, really I mean to kiss you, if you promise never to
tell."
"Ah, Madame, how kind of a great lady to a poor page-boy like me! I shall
never forget such a favour and would die for you any time!" he said with bashful
excitement.
"Come then," and I took his handsome face between my hands and kissed him
repeatedly. "Why don't you kiss me, Charles?"
"Oh, lady, and may I take that liberty?" he asked, his warm lips almost sucking
the breath from me, so earnest his kissing.
"Yes, yes," I murmured, "you may kiss me now, dear boy! And would you be
faithful, Charles, if I trusted my life, my honour to your keeping?"
"Those kisses have made me your slave forever, dear Lady. Nothing could ever
wring a secret of yours from me."
"Then, Charles, I will tell you I'm in love with your figure! I know you must be
a perfect Cupid, and should you like to strip quite naked, that I may enjoy the sight
of a living statue? Will you do so, no one will ever know?" I asked.
His face was crimson and I could see that he actually trembled under my gaze.
"Now Charles, make haste, and if you do that for me I'll give you a sovereign and a
new suit of clothes."
Slipping off his jacket I began to unbutton his trousers. Turning them down, my
eager hands wandered under his shirt, feeling the firmness of the ivory-like flesh of
his deliciously rounded buttocks whilst my eyes did not fail to detect how his linen
stood out in front and was saturated with spendings.
He seemed to understand me now and almost quicker than I can write it, he was
naked as Adam in Paradise.
My roving hands took possession of his beautiful little prick, quite six inches
long, and ornamented round the tight looking balls by just a shade of curly brown
hair.
"What's this, Charles, are you often wet like this?" as I called his attention to the
glistening sperm on my fingers. "What a big fellow this is, quite enough for a man.
Did you ever make love with a girl?"
"No, my Lady, but I wanted to try it with Patty, only she never would."
"Then you shall with me, Charles, now. And I'll try to get Patty for you
afterwards, I should so like to see you two together," I said, drawing his prick to my
lips and sucking it deliciously for a moment or two till I felt he was getting near a
second spend.
"Now, sir, kneel down and kiss me," I said, letting him go as I reclined on the
sofa and opened my legs whilst his hands opened the slit in my drawers and exposed
the lips of my cunt to view. His mouth was glued to it in a moment, and ah! oh! how
his lascivious tongue made me spend in a second or two whilst my unslippered foot
was rolling his prick on his thigh. But I was afraid of losing the next emission of his
love juice, so I gently drew him over my body and directed his dart of love into my
cunt.
He was hardly up to his business, but the instinct of nature seemed to prompt
him to shove in.
What ecstasy as I felt the slow insertion of his virgin prick! How it seemed to
swell inside the luscious sheath which received it lovingly.
At first we lay motionless, billing and cooing with our lips, till I began a slight
motion with my buttocks, to which he was not slow to respond.
How I enjoyed that boy! The knowledge that I had a really virgin prick within
me added such a piquancy to my enjoyment that I fairly screamed from excess of
emotion as I spent and felt his balsam of life shoot into my longing womb.
He had to fuck me three times before I would let him dress and go about his
business. He had been with me over two hours, but the time was well spent in
making love and worming out of him all about himself and the other page who slept
with him, Sam, who although good-looking had so much Indian blood in him that his
complexion was almost black.
In answer to my questions Charlie informed me that they often played with each
other, and rubbed their cocks together till the thick white stuff squirted out, and he
added: "Dear Lady, would you believe it, his affair is two inches longer than mine;
besides, it is the blackest part about him!"
"Do you think he would like a game with us?" I asked.
"Oh, certainly. He is just the fellow! It was he who taught me all I know, and I
must tell you what he told me, that his last master, Colonel Culo, who had brought
him over from Calcutta, had him sleep in his cabin all the way home and seduced
him by handling and sucking his prick, which was so nice that at last Sam let the
Colonel fuck him in the bottom-hole. The Colonel wasn't very big, you know, and
easily got into him by using a little pomade. Then, when Sam left him because the
Colonel was afraid he might get about his daughters if he kept him in his service, he
was presented with a present of fifty pounds. He often wants me to let him get into
my bottom as he said it felt very nice, but I never would go further than playing with
cocks."
"Well then, this very night, about an hour after all the rest are in bed, bring him
with you to the girls' door. You will find it ajar and mind only to come in your shirts
and be sure not to disturb the cook and housekeeper."
With these orders I kissed and let him go, then went in to dress for dinner.
Just before we went to bed I treated Cookie and the housekeeper to a good glass
of port in which I put a rather stiff narcotic to make them sleep well so that in case
our revels with the two pages should prove noisy they would be too sound asleep to
hear anything of it.
Patty and Annie were all nervous excitement and expectation after I told them of
my arrangement. We were already naked and they hot as possible, and could not
resist pressing their naked bodies against me, while with tears and blushes they
expressed their fears of the pain of losing their troublesome virginities.
At last I heard a slight noise in their bedroom which so startled them that they
flew to go and hide themselves underneath the bed, whilst I opened the door and
entering their room, which was in darkness, found my two young men in the dark
hesitating to tap at the door.
"Slip off your shirts and slippers," I whispered in a low voice. "Feel, I am quite
naked myself, all is to be free between us now," as my hands groped for their pricks.
I found them to be as stiff as possible, and could not resist pressing their naked
bodies against my own belly, where the contact of their throbbing pricks had such an
effect on me that selecting Sam by the size of his affair, I backed towards the girls'
bed and drew him upon me. What a luscious bit it was! So large that my cunt was
fairly gorged with the delicious morsel, which spent almost before it was well into
me. My arms held him firmly round the waist as my body rested against the edge of
the bed so that without withdrawing he had to go on with the delicious fuck, and I
begged Charlie to put his prick into Sam's behind, to make him do his work well
with me. The latter was nothing loath, and although the want of lubricant was rather
an obstacle, Charlie soon succeeded in spite of his wincing and flinching a little.
The effect was to give my cavalier quite double energy. My hands passed
behind him and played with Charlie's prick and appendages as he fucked Sam's
bottom delightedly.
This was another virgin prick I was enjoying. Fancy taking the maidenheads of
two handsome youths in one day. It fired me with the most lustful sensations! How
my cunt throbbed on his glorious black prick. How we spent in torrents of that elixir
of love which makes us die in ecstasy at each fresh emission. What heavenly joys to
spend together, as we did, three times without withdrawing. I knew such excesses
were only tending to shorten my life, but reason is powerless to resist the attraction
of such Cytherian joys.
At last it was finished and we entered my room where the lights of a dozen
candles showed everything to the best advantage. The figures of the two youths
reflected in the looking-glasses round the room seemed to fill my apartment with
lusty young fellows, half dark and half fair, all with limp and glistening pricks, just
as they had withdrawn from the combat of love.
"Listen, my dears, cannot you hear the heavy breathing of the two girls under
my bed? I'll wager they've been frigging each other whilst we had that glorious fuck
in the other room!" I exclaimed. "But let us first refresh our affairs with a cold
douche and have a glass of champagne! Then see if we won't drag them out in the
light, my boys!"
We laved ourselves, and a couple of glasses apiece immensely revived our
flagging energies. I had a nice little dog-whip with a long lash on it. So telling the
boys to lift up the curtains of the bed, I slashed under on the surprised and timid
beauties so effectually that I had only time to give about a half-dozen cuts before
they sprang from their concealment and ran screaming round the room as I followed
and plied my whip smartly over their tender bottoms. The sight of the thin weals
which every cut drew on their tender skin, the shrieks of pain and the blushing
effects on both faces and bums, so excited us that the boys' pricks stood again
immediately and I longed to see the two pages ravish them as roughly as possible.
Yes, I confess, that at that moment I felt awfully cruel and should have liked to see
them suffer the most dreadful agonies under their defloration.
I know that with many men their delight is intensified if they can only inflict
pain on the victims they ravish, but for a woman to gloat over such a sight is almost
incomprehensible. Yet it is so, I was literally mad with lust of blood and torture!
At last I made them kneel down and kiss the boys' pricks as they begged of them
to take their maidenheads.
Charlie had Patty and Sam had Annie. I ordered them to lay the girls on the soft
Turkey carpet in the middle of the room with pillows under their buttocks. Then my
two young champions, kneeling between their legs, opened the lips the girls'
spending cunts and proceeded to insert the heads of their pegos within the vermilion
clefts of the victims.
It was a most delightful sight for me as I witnessed the blushes and enjoyed
every painful contortion of their faces as the pricks were ruthlessly shoved into them
under the influence of my whip, which I used without pity to push the boys on to
victory. At last it was done and I could see that the boys had spent into them and I
was sorry it was so soon over.
The tears of the girls were changed to loving smiles as by my directions they all
had another wash. Then we sat down to jellies and wine, indulging in all manner of
freedoms and jokes, till my young men began to feel their feet again and I could see
that both of them were enjoying and eyeing me most amorously.
My blood was up and nothing would do but I must enjoy them both at once with
the girls joining in the best way they could.
Sam and Charles sat on either side of me, and I could feel both pricks ready for
action. So I made the former sit on the edge of the bed and take me on his lap, and
as soon as I felt properly sitted on the fine black prick, I called Charlie to shove his
cock into me from behind, along with Sam's. This was not quite so easy to do, as
Sam quite filled my sheath. Yet I was determined to have it so, and with the
assistance of the girls, Charles succeeded in accomplishing my erotic fancy. Then by
my orders, Annie and Patty tickled my clitoris and the lips of my distended cunt, as
well as the cocks and balls of my two lovers.
(To be continued.)
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